Monday, 19 October 2009

The illest


I'm ill.

Super ill. Streaming eyes, constant sneezing, a headache so severe it's actually crippling, a hacking cough and oh-so-painful aching limbs. I'm very rarely ill but, when I do get sick, it's always horrific. I don't think it's swine flu. I don't know what it is. But I feel grim. So grim that I actually started crying this morning when I realised that there was no way I could go to work having had less than two hours of sleep. Let's not discuss the fact that I was out raving it up until 6am on Sunday morning. I've already had that lecture from the parents.

I'm really happy at the moment, really comfortable with who I am and where I'm going. But, on days like today, when it's all I can do to hold my head upright, I really really miss him. On days like today, when I feel small and vulnerable, I wish he was at the end of the phone to make me laugh, make inappropriate comments and tell me to stop moaning. On days like today, when I feel pathetic and incapable, I miss driving over to his, getting into bed and being looked after.

He made a mean lemsip, that boy.